Flowers flourish on thorns Life takes you on a rollercoaster ride as you navigate through your everyday, moving from unconditional...

The world is at a tipping point. Countries are at odds with each other, at the behest of man made concepts such as religion, ideology,...

Do you go to Paris to see the Eiffel or the Notre Dame or to get lost in the Louvre in search of the elusive Mona Lisa? Or For the...

The bubbling stew sputtered and splattered ever so gently in the large iron cauldron, releasing an umami, slightly sweet waft in the...

The sun sets everywhere, everyday, behind the silhouettes of concrete in busy urban settings, reflecting it's amber rays against the...

The paradoxes of the world

A vehicle honked outside in seemingly the death of the night, the sound tearing through the silence of pre dawn slumber, its headlights...

Sitting in a flight, again, a Ryanair service from Madrid to Dublin, the flight time is 2 hours and 10 minutes. An early evening non full...

The helplessness of witnessing a war. I sit at my desk, clocking in my 9 to 5, while on the same Earth, a few thousand kilometres away...

Luxor, renowned for the valley of the kings and the Queens, Mortuary Temple of Hatshepsut, Colossi of Memnon, and Medinet Habu on its...

Sitting at a cafe in Marbella, on flimsy plastic red chairs sponsored by the locally popular Cruzcampo beer, rather unbalanced on the...

Most words don't make sense, but I get the gist, the context, from the whole manifestation, or so I think; the process in which the words...

It was an overcast late June day, the sun had decided to sleep in on this humdrum weekday, in the comfortable duvet of the fluffy grey...

The clock in my room, the dusty white electronic little thing with two alarm settings and an inbuilt radio, stood unceremoniously,...

The eyelids quiver, drooping against what was an hour ago docile but now the seemingly burning sharp luminance of the white LED that...

What I've written thus far has been very meta, but I must understand and write about practicality. I know I write from a cushy abode,...

On a dark mahogany desk, in the corner of this large airy room, lay a black keyboard specked with a fine layer of dust through disuse, at...

This was his home. He was born just a few bends down the winding road to the valley below, not more than 700-900 yards or so, where there...

Smoke emanates from one of the many houses on a sloped narrow path in the village, in a single circling stream to the blue early...

Missing the skies? Miss watching the setting sun glide over an eternal carpet of white cushy clouds, as you look at them amazed, in your...